I wake up to the soft strumming of a guitar. The kind you hear in coffee shops where nobody is in a hurry. It makes my morning feel important, like the world is waiting for me to do something great. Then I stub my toe on the bedpost, and the music screeches like the one in a horror movie.

On my way to work, the soundtrack shifts. Some days it’s the Rocky theme, making me feel unstoppable. Other days, it’s circus music when I spill tea on my shirt. Important meetings would have dramatic orchestras. My boss enters, and the tension builds. The violins go wild. I nod at the right moments, pretending I know what’s happening.

At night, the music slows. A soft piano plays when I sit alone, lost in thought. On bad days, it rains, and the music turns tragic. But then a familiar song plays, one that reminds me life is still good. I smile, involuntarily. The credits don’t roll yet. The soundtrack keeps going.